beyond boundaries of vague
language and egoic mind…
I can hear what he says,
through lips buzzing
heart stinging

and if my voice, too, were a trumpet,
would it resonate?
flying off sacred reflections?
until it trots down to your door,
curls up at the front step, waiting
for you to Wake Up
and find it?

I admire the trees too, sprouting out
of stubborn cement…and their language,
individualistic borderline eccentric self-expression
in every pattern of branch and bark and root,
oh how they whisper when the wind swims through!

they say nothing I can translate into
our own words…
I am left only with a feeling
of stupendous bliss, of
manifest maternity within
any living being, connected
by roots seen and unseen,
pumping precious pearls
of new life, revitalizing
Atman…

and so I try for you–
because I love you…
to transcribe these tangled
messages filtered through my mind…

to bring these beautiful languages to you…
for the sake of poesy…of romance…
in reverence of Mother, who
holds our Earth lovingly
in her bosom…

always singing her lullaby–
it can wake you or send you to your to dreams…
her warm milk flowing into oceans,
her song tickling our foliage…
move aside your mind, and simply listen.